I just discovered through S's blog that an acquaintance I made through S is dying. I know so little about her, the only times that I saw her were at S's grand holiday parties. And yet here I sit, softly crying at my desk at work, knowing that to consider life unfair is a rather childish way to look at things, but damn it all, this isn't fair. Someone so young shouldn't need to be staring at the end of her days.
I can't help it. This is unfair, and there is nothing anyone can do about it.